Madeeha's P.O.V:

I opened my eyes slightly just to peep in from the makeup applied to me. But I saw a reflection in the mirror that I didn't recognise, or wait? Is that me?

My eyes wide opened. Dressed in the Red- white lehenga, I looked a perfect bride. In the course of these 7 days for the first time I felt the bridal feeling. I saw my mom staring at me in the mirror too. She side hugged me and said
" I know you will prove to be the best wife!" I blushed hearing that wife term. An innocent smile spread over my face as I walked in my house for the last time as then this will be no more mine.

Mom was busy with the guest and so was dad.
"So it indeed is true that getting to see my angel in wedding dress makes my heart do summer- saults!"
I was sitting on my dressing table and her reflection peeped in. Her eyes filled with tears of joy and face lit up with a large smile. Aunt Kiara my support system.

"Finally you got the time to attend my wedding?" I taunted her but in emotional way. She lifted me up admired me from top to bottom and hugged me tight.
"Sorry! But you know I was out of town and suddenly I got the news of your marriage and... You are happy right?" She asked me all of a sudden changing her tone.

"I guess I am. Would you mind me wearing my sport shoes under lehenga so that I can run off from this marriage?" I smirked and she gave me a scared look. I broke  into fits of laughter and then she slammed my head with her hand playfully.

"Well so Normal wedding or?" I knew what she wanted to ask and even though it was a marriage happening against my wish, but it had something special which was, I was the bride and so I can't let anyone destroy my plans for my wedding.

"Mehfil-e-Nikah" I smirked and said proudly but the very next second started to blush.

Basically Nikah or the Muslim wedding ceremony is considered to be very sacred and so it can be done in two ways.
1st is getting the signature of both bride and groom separately.
2nd is Mehfil-e-Nikah which allows both bride and groom to sit facing each other with a cloth hanging in between which is thick enough to not to provide any look of the other side.

"The groom's family has arrived!" Crystal came in running. She was dressed in a pink lehenga and her hair were done the same way as her mother twisted and tied up.

"I'll just go check him!" Aunt Kiara winked at me and left.
Within few minutes I could hear all sorts of teasing and enjoying voices. And then suddenly entered my mom with Crystin, Crystal and Aunt Kiara.

"Sisssss!!!! Have you seen the groom! He is so hot and OMG ! You know he is exactly the same as you always wanted and..." Crystal Shouted running towards me but mom cut her in between.

"Crystal he is Madeeha's prince charming not yours so control!"
She said trying to tease both of us at the same time.
"Ready to tag him yours?" Aunt Kiara asked and unknowingly how my cheeks went more red leaving far behind the colour of blush.
I didn't even bother to nod and just looked up once into the mirror.  This will be my last time to look at myself as unmarried and only me, later I'll be a wife and then there is no option of only me.

"Are you guys planning to cover my face with that dupatta completely?" I asked everyone looking at them curiously.

"Not completely but partially." My mom took the dupatta and covered my face but this time it looked something different, something like you wish to see the face inside that covered dupatta, I guess that pretty I looked.

Being the daughter of Rehan Khan, one of the leading industry's M.D.
and a reputed man, my house was filled with all sorts of media and it was decorated in Indian style under the guidance of the 2 lovely sisters Crystin and Crystal. The media was not allowed to even cross my way or his.

I was walking down the stairs when I heard lots of hooting and applause. I became more nervous. This time the dupatta was of net so I could actually see through it.

The ladies who were holding me and that 20kgs heavy bridal dress made me sit on a bed like structure, which I soon recognized to be as my hall's deewan (term given to single or small beds enough for 1 person to sleep).

I lifted up my eyes but the cloth or say the curtains hanging in between blurred my view of other side.

The Kazi sahab  (priest) first came to me and asked:
"Miss. Madeeha Khan, Do you accept to marry Mr. Ruman Khan, son of Mr. Ahil Khan?"
The room went silent for few minutes. My heartbeats were possibly heard by all the ladies sitting by my side, that fast they became.

My mother placed her hand on my shoulder to give courage as she knew I was nervous and I might not speak up ever.

"Qu-Qubool hai!!!" I stammered.

He asked the same question 3 times and I replied saying 'Qubool hai' which means 'Yes I do Accept'. I signed the marriage papers first.

The hall was full of happiness and giggles all around I could hear my father's voice clearly and the cheerful voice of all other family members applausing and congratulating.

The next Kazi  sahab went to him.
It was his turn now.

"Mr. Ruman Khan, Do you accept to marry Miss. Madeeha Khan, daughter of Mr. Rehan Khan?"
To my surprise it didn't took a second for him to reply.
"Qubool hai!"

Kazi sahab asked the same question 3 times to him and he replied without any hasitation.

His voice was deep, fierce and so hot that for a minute I got lost in it and the second minute I realised a bone crushing hug was bestowed to me by all my family members. He already signed the papers.

And I was finally 'Tagged his!'.

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Hey guys!
This was just an approach towards depicting a Muslim styled wedding and I don't wish to abide any sort of feelings it was just a writer based imagination nothing else. If you guys find this violating then I'm really sorry but I didn't wish to hurt your feelings.

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